The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 258: Returning to the clan (1)
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Zhentian Shengwang Mansion, the east side hall of Zhentian Temple, this is the place where the contemporary holy king Wang Lingxuan practiced daily.
Perhaps it is because of the word 'Ling' in the name, Wang Lingxuan was born extremely tall and thin, with a pair of light green eyes that are particularly conspicuous on his long and thin face. An emerald the size of a mung bean is inlaid on a melon seed.
Dozens of pretty court ladies wrapped tightly in black brocade, except for their cheeks, even their hands were covered by huge robe sleeves, stood upright at the entrance of the east hall. They stood there straight, with their eyelids drooping slightly, their eyes only on their own toes.
Two female officials with red silk sash around their waists stood in front of the door with their heads tilted slightly, waiting for Wang Lingxuan's call at any time. His temper is not very good, and the reaction speed of the maids is a little slower, which is fatal.
In the main hall of Kuandarish, spirit stones of various grades are piled up to form a hill.
Most of these spirit stones are just cut from the original stone without any processing and polishing. There are mostly low-grade and middle-grade spirit stones, and high-grade spirit stones are extremely rare, and some of them have a lot of impurities, which are obviously waste that does not enter the ranks.
Wang Ling sits cross-legged among the hill-like spiritual stones, every pore in his body emits a dazzling light, and with every breath he takes, the aura of heaven and earth rushes out of the spiritual stones like a tide, continuously swallowed by him.
The grade of these spirit stones is not high, and a lot of impurities are mixed in the spirit energy extracted. After being sucked into the body by Wang Lingxuan, the tide-like spiritual energy slowly flowed along his body into the internal organs, and gradually reconciled the qi and blood in his five internal organs according to the attributes of the five elements, slowly removing impurities, and transforming them into nature and its purity , Gentle and pure mana without any toxic side effects.
The qi and blood in his body rolled like a tsunami, and these pure mana gradually merged with his essence. Using his body as a cauldron, it was gradually tempered into a wonderful product that was crystal clear like jade paste and chalcedony.
After three hundred and sixty days of practicing in this way, Wang Lingxuan's body shook slightly, and his left index finger became crystal clear and transparent like a red crystal, with a strange light flickering faintly inside. He took a deep breath, took out a jade knife and cut his index finger. Drop by drop, the viscous, heavy, and strangely fragrant paste dripped down slowly.
Each drop of ointment contains incomparably pure and soft energy and mana. Anyone who is cultivated can get all the mana equivalent to ordinary true immortals' years of painstaking practice as long as they take one drop. Moreover, the process of absorbing and refining is extremely easy, without any toxic side effects, and the foundation of cultivation is also extremely stable, without any fluctuations.
This is 'Sheng Sheng Hao Hua Ointment', a miraculous product invented by the peak golden immortals of Xiaoyao Ji over a long period of time.
The aura of heaven and earth that the peak golden immortal swallows day and night. It is often equivalent to all the cultivation bases of ordinary true immortals who have worked hard for several years. After long-term research, the peak golden immortals of Xiaoyaoji finally invented this method of using their own essence and blood as a bridge to reconcile the vitality of heaven and earth to refine Shengshenghua ointment.
Because Shengsheng Haohua ointment uses the essence and blood of powerful people as a primer for medicine, only the immediate family members who are related to their blood can take the Shengsheng Haohua ointment made by them. It's like swallowing a blockbuster bomb, and it's a trivial matter to blow up to pieces. People who don't know are often blown to pieces.
Wang Lingxuan is the best among the peak golden immortals. Among the many powerhouses who claim to be kings and emperors in Xiaoyao Mountain, his strength can also be ranked in the top 100. Just a few hours. He devoured all the mountainous spirit stones, and refined them into thirty-six drops of Shengshenghua ointment.
Put all the finished products into a warm jade bottle, and the pale Wang Lingxuan threw the jade bottle away in disgust, and made company with hundreds of other jade bottles piled up randomly in the corner of the hall .
Hearing the noise in the hall, two female officials with red silk sash around the waist obediently opened the door and walked in cautiously. Kneeling silently on the ground, her forehead pressed tightly against the ground.
"Take out thirty bottles and give them to the boss, the second, the sixth, and the eighth..."
After reporting a long list of rankings of his beloved sons, Wang Ling frowned and pointed to the pile of jade bottles: "Take ten bottles alone. Send them to Cang Lang. Give them to him." Said, don't do those romantic things all day long, do more serious things."
The female officer responded respectfully, walked to the jade bottles, carefully counted out forty bottles of Shengshenghua ointment, and then walked backwards out of the palace gate, then stood up tremblingly, and turned to Wang Ling. After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, he took a dozen court ladies and went quietly.
A gust of wind blew in, and the door of the main hall slowly closed. Countless golden gravels suddenly appeared in the strong wind, and soon these gravels were pieced together into a burly old man with silver-white hair and beard.
Wang Lingxiu sat on the ground, nodded to the old man and said, "Second Uncle, is the matter... finalized?"
The silver-haired old man frowned, walked to Wang Lingxuan's side and dragged a futon, and sat down on it. He looked at Wang Lingxuan with a serious face, gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "Those two groups are really going to fight us to the end. This time, by the grace of my sect, I summoned a team of exiled clansmen to return to our sect , the ones who are qualified now are the three of us, and they...will not give up."
Wang Lingxuan's light green eyes suddenly turned into a terrifying dark green, and around his pupils, there were countless strange runes shaped like poisonous snakes spinning rapidly. He gritted his teeth and said sharply: "We have promised so many benefits, and they still refuse to give up? Are they trying to kill us?"
The silver-haired old man slapped the ground heavily. Without a sound, the bodies of dozens of maids standing outside the main hall froze. It became a dry yellow rock. After a while, they were reduced to lifeless rock statues.
Arbitrarily killed dozens of innocent court ladies outside the door, and after venting his anger, the silver-haired old man said with a sullen face: "This sect has spoken, this time, we are not allowed to fight among ourselves...even if our team There is enough power to destroy them all, but this time we are not allowed to do it."
Wang Lingxuan's body trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth and roared: "We are not allowed to do it? I, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore... It's not me, it's not me being hypocritical, it's really me Most of my body has stepped into that realm, and it will take another ten years at most, and I can't suppress it anymore."
Wang Lingxuan is extremely talented, even the most talented saint king in Zhentian Shengwang Palace for countless years. When he was born, he had the cultivation base of the seventh-rank sub-sage, and after a hundred years of practice, he broke through to the lower third rank, which is equivalent to the realm of the ninth-rank golden immortal.
In just 130,000 years, Wang Lingxuan broke through to the upper-rank sub-sage realm, which is equivalent to the strength of a first-rank golden immortal. At that time, the previous Holy King voluntarily abdicated and handed over the throne of Holy King to Wang Lingxuan.
After becoming the Holy Queen, Wang Lingxun's attention was not on cultivation, he devoted 99% of his energy to the expansion of the Holy King's Mansion. In just ten thousand years, the power of Zhentian Shengwangfu soared by more than ten times. The Zhentian Shengwangfu, which was originally ranked in the top 100 in Xiaoyao Mountain, quickly became a powerful force ranked in the top ten.
But the trouble of being too talented finally appeared. Even if Wang Lingxuan didn't put his mind on cultivation, he indulged in sex, intrigue, and even lingered in gambling houses and brothels day and night to indulge in debauchery, but even if he watched a wild dog on the street Peeing on the bed has touched the perception of the way of heaven!
Unconsciously, Wang Lingxuan became a peak golden immortal. Afterwards, he successfully achieved a semi-holy cultivation base, and stepped into the realm of a saint with one foot.
Now, he can no longer suppress his cultivation, at most ten years, he will break through and become a saint! He will become the youngest saint among countless families and monks in Xiaoyao Mountain in history.
But Xiaoyao Ji does not allow saints to appear.
The big families in Xiaoyaoji were established by the children of the major holy clans who made mistakes. They have the title of sinners on them, and they are casual cultivators who are not recognized by the holy clan of this sect. They can be the peak sub-sages, they can be half-sages, but once they become saints, they will touch some sensitive nerves of this sect, and they will be persecuted by this sect, and as members of this clan, join the ' Death Camp'.
The death camp is a ghostly place that has swallowed countless lives.
It was the main battlefield in the central main domain, the Qilin domain, against the invasion of the Holy Spirit Realm. It was a cannon fodder army dedicated to fighting vicious and tough battles, and fighting mortal battles. All the holy clans, including the three supreme holy clans, must select some elite clansmen and send them to the death camp every certain number of years.
Basically, more than 99% of those who join the death camp, even if they are saint-level masters, perish. It is very rare to hear that someone can retire from the death camp alive.
The patriarchs of the holy clan naturally do not want their own blood to be sent to death camps.
So their eyes are on these tribesmen who have been sentenced to exile for big and small mistakes~IndoMTL.com~. Among these casual cultivators, as long as there are saints appearing, they will be sensed by the sect's saints with secret methods, and then the wolf-like law enforcement team of the sect will come roaring in, forcing the newly promoted saints and some elite clansmen to join the death camp potency.
Wang Lingxuan's great ancestor joined the death camp and fell.
His great-grandfather joined the death camp and fell.
His grandfather joined the death camp and fell.
His father was unlucky enough. Three thousand seven hundred years ago, a grand elder in Zhentian Shengwang's mansion had no intention of breaking through, so his father was regarded as the subordinate of the supreme elder and was forced to join the death camp. Wang Lingxuan's father is still alive, but it is said that life is worse than death.
"I'm going to be unable to suppress it anymore. Ten years, at most ten years!" Wang Lingxue roared at his second uncle: "We must return to the sect. This time, we must return to the sect. As long as we The branch people have fulfilled the requirements of this sect and are re-listed on the genealogy by this sect, we... I don't have to participate in the **** death camp!" (To be continued..)
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